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ghosty, 27, ace + bi + genderfluid. my own little sideblog to store just tma and tmagp stuff, will tag things if asked but for now it's just a mess. main is @ghosty-schnibibit, not that i'm all that active on it fml;;;
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for the "hand(s) on/at..." prompt – 16 and gerrymichael (just because i think michael would go insane for that)
And @moonisthedoor - if you're still taking prompts, "hand(s) on..." – 16. wrists, for any Gerry ship you'd like!
Michael wondered how he got himself into situations like this.
He thought he was just having a casual conversation, a chat with a stranger in a crowd about accessories and hair care. The bar was crowded and loud, Gerry was off somewhere doing something, and his drink was sweet and fruity and maybe had more alcohol in it than he was expecting. So it took him longer than usual to realize that the person he was chatting with was pretty obviously flirting with him and he completely hadn't noticed.
The bar was too queer-friendly for him to assume his conversation partner's gender. They were dressed femininely, but then again, so was he, in his favorite lacy skirt and dangly earrings. Whatever their gender and orientation, they were obviously interested in him, and he was obviously...not. For many reasons. But mainly because he was deeply in love with someone else. Who he really wished would come bail him out now.
"Where did you find that skirt?" they murmured to him, heavily lined eyes narrow and heavy. "I never have any luck shopping online." Their hand reached out as if to feel the fabric, or perhaps pet his thigh. Michael quickly pivoted so they missed, wishing he could run away entirely.
"Charity shops are your best bet," he suggested, straining up on his toes to better see over the crowd. Where was his lovely yet aggressive partner? They said they'd meet up back at the bar, but that was ages ago, where the fuck was he? "This was actually two skirts, I ripped the waist out of one and put them together to make it longer."
"Really? That's so interesting." They were stepping closer, thwarting his attempt to put some distance between them. Michael was running out of space to retreat, and was just wondering if it was time to bail without his boyfriend when a body inserted itself between them, pressing back into him with warm familiarity.
"Hey," Gerry greeted the other person, his voice bright and pleasantly threatening. "How's your night going?"
"Umm," they balked, caught off guard. Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around Gerry's middle, hugging him gratefully from behind. Gerry's hands found his, latching onto his wrists to lock him in place. The stranger's eyes flicked down to their hands, then back to Gerry's face. "Not...bad?"
"Good." Gerry smiled like a shark. "Let's keep it that way, yeah?" His hands squeezed, tightening on Michael's wrists, and Michael felt a pleasant rush down his spine at the possessive gesture. Not that he would have been so easily tempted away, and he knew Gerry knew that too, but it was nice to feel so claimed. To know that Gerry loved him enough to fight for him, even if it never came to blows.
Michael backed away, dragging Gerry with him into grateful retreat. "Thank god you showed up," he hissed as Gerry twisted out of his arms, keeping ahold of his wrists as he pulled him towards the door. "We were just talking, and then they were flirting, but I just wanted to talk about clothes and stuff!" His words were a bit rushed, his steps stumbling as he tried to keep up with his boyfriend. "That fucking sucked."
"Yeah, I could tell." Gerry backed through the exterior door into the night, a cool relief after the close warm air of the bar. "Good thing I came along to swoop in and rescue you. Save you from being flirted with." His grin was wide and ridiculous, and Michael smiled with him, full of glee now that they were out. He twisted his hands in Gerry's hold, reversing the grip so that he was the one holding onto Gerry's wrists. Using his height to his advantage, Michael pushed Gerry up against the nearest brick wall, looming over him and holding him in place.
"Oh yes, you're my big tough boyfriend, aren't you? So demanding and possessive," he exaggerated, and was rewarded by an even wider and excited grin. Michael knew Gerry loved this. He pinned his wrists to the wall and pressed in, chest to chest, and watched the pupils of his eyes grow wide. He knew Gerry loved his too. Leaning in, Michael ducked his head to run his lips along Gerry's neck, raising shivers in his wake. "However should I thank you?"
Gerry let out a staggered moan, trembling in his grip and filling Michael with a delightful sensation. "However you want," he gasped, any pretense of being an overbearing partner flying away as Michael kissed his neck. "Fuck, Michael-"
"Hmm, yes," Michael agreed, squeezing his wrists appreciatively. "I think that would do nicely."
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what we know about mr bonzo so far:
his teeth are not soft
his skin is sagging and sweaty
homeowner
contractor for the uk government
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"There’s this moment of silence as we both stare at the table, and the dice stare back."
- MAGP009 Rolling With It
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GWENDOLYN BOUCHARD PATHETIC LITTLE MEOW MEOW SHE THOUGHT SAW SOMEONE CARING ABOUT HER ENOUGH TO BRING HER ONE (1) CUP OF COFFEE AND TRANSFORMED INTO A PUDDLE OF GOO INSTANTLY
IT WAS IN FACT SO PATHETIC THE PERSON WHO CARED ABOUT HER ENOUGH TO SPECIFICALLY NOT BRING HER COFFEE TO LOOK AT HER REACTION GOT SO DUMBSTRUCK SHE LET HER HAVE THE COFFEE MEANT FOR SOMEONE ELSE
#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp spoilers#tmagp 11 spoilers#gwen is not beating the jon parallel allegations#op i swear i typed those tags b4 i saw your tags askjfdjskfhskjfh same brain
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with episode 11 aired and all this new information cropping up, we need to remember the most important detail of all:
Mr. Bonzo Has Actual, Real, Sweaty Skin
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SEVEN MONTHS
SEVEN MONTHS THIS HAS HAUNTED ME
Am I glad I got the answer to it? I GUESS??
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Oh my god he did it, he became a post apocalyptic Google. All these posts "haha wow the statements are relevant to the conversation jon Chester you're so silly" NO HES RESPONDING TO THEIR SEARCH TERMS OH MY GOD
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Red sky at night, sailors delight.
Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.
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i think it’s safe to assume that the theory that the audio glitches whenever somebody lies is basically true at this point, especially after this latest episode. even smth as simple as sam asking for cinnamon swirl when he really wanted pain au chocolat prompts a slight fuzzy noise.
that being said, time to relisten to the previous eps and see what these mfs are hiding :D
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is mr. bonzo part of a union
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Tape recorder click sound my beloved
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breathing heavily, loosely tied up in red string as if I have been whirling wildly with a ball of yarn in my hand. jack. jack? jack like... jack barnabas? famed coffee shop employee and brief boyfriend of agnes montague? jack, being referenced by celia, who saw a fire ghost of a woman that one time? here's how agn--I can't even say it, I'm too sick with longing.
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the birdies ever
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Urgent and very serious and well-reasoned theory: the biggest difference between Archives-verse and Protocol-verse is that Protocol takes place in a dimension where no one is, ever was, or will ever be named Michael.
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love how this guy is just confessing his crimes to a government official over email. hell yeah brother the cops will never catch you!
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'I can taste the salt and spray. It’s waiting in the water.'
wanted to go for a collagey sort of vibe with this one and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! the ship is actually from a image of warship construction in the 1800s, now held by the National Library of Poland.
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I really liked this week's case. Funny how the 'text to speech' kept switching back and forth from "*growling snarling rasping with feeling* The Deep Wants Our Bones And I Can Hear It Calling For Me..... *Google translate deadpan* Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: As Per My Last Email,"
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